On the surface, he’s a decent person, I guess.
I don’t really believe that for a second. A decent person would not treat you the way he does. Disrespect me, sure. But he doesn’t respect you. Or any woman. I don’t think he’d hurt you physically. There are so many better ways to hurt a person that don’t even leave a mark.
He drains you financially. And me, because I’m your roommate and I have to take extra days and fight for every sale to try to pay for the three people who live in this house. Three people using utilities. Three people showering. Three people making dinner. One person getting a free ride.
Why does he get a free ride? He isn’t good to you. He doesn’t try to make your life any easier. He has never done anything he said he’d do.
And all this time of his not helping you, he’s putting the strain on me. I have to pay for half of the rent and half of the utilities while he pays nothing. He’s useless!
I wish he wasn’t around when you’re not here. I wish he didn’t park his ugly car in the driveway, making sure I can’t park there.
I’ve kept my mouth shut because the last time I brought it up, it made you angry. And you should have been angry. But not at me. You should have been angry at him. He’s made nothing better, only harder.
He’s no better than your ex. Your ex made you pay half the rent on an apartment you were no longer living in. So his fuckbuddy could live there free. Your current boyfriend is the same. He’s making you pay for a house you share.
I can’t respect him. He’s a total prick. He’s exactly the kind of broken stray you’d pick up to save but you can’t fix him because he doesn’t think he’s broken.
That’s why I hate your useless boyfriend. He’s been here for a long time without paying and I’m tired of footing the bill for his inability to be a good person.
I mean, I get why you’d want him under your supervision constantly. He thinks of himself what you do: that he’s some kind of ladies man.
No one should have to put up with his abuse. I for one am tired of it.